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Chapter 172 Ghost Face Tong Qian

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    At this moment.

    The second floor of a hot pot restaurant on the side of the road.

    The place was dark, all the lights were extinguished, only a few sporadic rays of light from the mobile phone gathered in a corner, and there were a few muffled sobbing sounds, as well as the sound of chattering.

    Dozens of people gathered here.

    They are the survivors involved in this incident. After going through some things, they also began to understand what they are facing now.

    Fear almost destroys their sanity.

    The reason why they haven't completely collapsed is because of one person.

    An Interpol.

    On a stool outside the crowd, sat a tall and slender woman, who was wearing the professional clothing of Interpol, with a ponytail combed behind her head, and she looked very capable.

    A mature and indifferent face was full of solemnity and uneasiness.

    Her name is Tong Qian, and she is an Interpol from another city. She is also in charge of dealing with supernatural events in a city. Because the population of the city under her jurisdiction is small, supernatural events rarely occur. Her usual responsibilities are not heavy.  Knock on the door incident, she was assigned by the Asian branch to dispatch to Dachang City for support.

    However, the situation here is worse than imagined.

    As soon as she entered the ghost domain, Tong Qian felt that something was wrong.

    She didn't meet the door knocker on the file, and the number of ghost slaves here alone made her feel creepy.

    This is no longer as simple as facing a ghost, but a group of ghosts.

    In addition, it is deeply trapped in the ghost land.

    Tong Qian is no longer sure that she will be able to leave here alive with these survivors. All she can do is to hold on for as long as possible, waiting for the timing to change, and the support from above.

    So she gathered dozens of survivors and hid in this hot pot restaurant.

    But at this time, a woman's scream made her expression change immediately.

    "Who is screaming? Didn't I already tell you, no matter what kind of emergency you encounter, don't yell. If you want to survive, follow my instructions." Tong Qian stood up angrily, turned around and scolded  .

    "She, she called just now." A person next to him pointed to a middle-aged aunt and said.

    The aunt's face was very ugly, and she said tremblingly; "No, it's not my name, it's not me."

    "It's you who called it, so why not admit it? Tell me, what is the reason?" Tong Qian said.

    "I've already said that it's not my name, you can't blame me." The aunt refused to admit it.

    Tong Qian raised her brows; "Tell me immediately if there is any situation. Now is a special time. If anything is wrong, please tell me. The place we are in is very special, and the situation is more complicated than you can imagine. Such a mess  There will be no next time for shouting, otherwise I can't guarantee the safety of all of you if there is an accident."

    "Aren't you a criminal police officer? How can you say such a thing." The aunt blamed a little.

    Tong Qian's face darkened, and she was about to speak, but a voice immediately made her tense up, and she couldn't help but look back.

    "Step, step, step~!"

    The sound of footsteps stepping up the stairs came clearly from the darkness in front, one after another, dull, stiff, not as light and flexible as normal people's footsteps.

    Tong Qian could tell the sound of footsteps like this.

    This is a dead body walking.

    "Shut up." Tong Qian whispered.

    She hurriedly approached the glass door of the hot pot restaurant, took a flashlight and pointed at the entrance of the corridor in front, trying to use the strong light here to see clearly what it was that was walking up the stairs.

    If it is a ghost slave, Tong Qian is sure to deal with it.

    The footsteps came from bottom to top, gradually reaching the second floor.

    Although the military flashlight in his hand was bright, after passing through the darkness, there was only a layer of gray light covering the stairs. Although it was not bright enough, he could still see the situation ahead clearly.

    The stiff, dull footsteps were getting closer.

    Tong Qian's heart tightened.

    She understood that the ghost had already been found.

    Sure enough, it seemed a little too naive to hope to hide in the hot pot restaurant to avoid all dangers.

    But hiding here is also a helpless move. There are too many survivors. If we act collectively, with the psychological quality of these people, each of them is a burden. It is more dangerous to wander around outside. It is better to gather.??, there is absolutely no way a person is laughing.

    Grimacing laughter together.

    The old man at the door stopped knocking suddenly.

    The stiff and skinny palm stood motionless in mid-air.

    The knocking of death was stopped.

    But the ghostly smile from Tong Qian's grimace couldn't last forever, and the restlessness of the evil ghost's recovery appeared in her heart.

    Moreover, in order to restrain this old man, the power of ghosts must be relied on beyond imagination.

    soon.

    Tong Qian felt the grimace behind her head move forward along the scalp while making a ghostly smile.

    She knew that once this grimace moved onto her face, it would completely cover her face.

    By then she will no longer be a human, but a ghost.

    "It can't go on like this." Tong Qian realized that it was not good to go on like this, and immediately turned around, combed her hair to her head, and covered that grimace.

    The laughter stopped.

    The movement of the grimace also stopped.

    But as soon as the grimacing laughter stopped, what followed was the frightening knock on the door.

    "Boom, boom boom~!"

    The old man in a black gown covered in corpse spots raised his hand again and knocked on the door.

    Another one of the survivors scurrying around like a headless chicken fell to the ground with a plop.

    It's that simple for fierce ghosts to kill people.

    When the survivors saw three people dying beside them, their panic grew, they screamed and echoed for help.

    Tong Qian bit her lip, and finally made up her mind, she turned her head and shouted: "Don't yell, find a way to get out of here first, you can leave from any place, I will temporarily hold this  ghost."

    After speaking, she brushed the hair on the back of her head again.

    "Is it worth it? If this goes on like this, you will soon die from the recovery of the ghosts. By then, there will be two more ghosts here, and these survivors will only die faster." However, at this moment, a calm man's voice suddenly changed from  A sound came from a corner.

    "who?"

    Tong Qian was startled and immediately looked back.

    In an inconspicuous corner of the wall, at some point stood a young and immature man wearing short sleeves. At this moment, there was a hideous cut on the man's forehead, and a scarlet eye was staring at it.

    In the man's hand, he held a scarlet candle.

    The candle is lit.

    ? It exudes a green fire, which is weird and gloomy.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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